When you get a nudge to begin writing early, and get to certain tasks even before their time, go ahead and follow the nudge. A beautiful Spring day, warm sun, cool breeze is punctured by swarms of loggers, chopping and cleaning. Six very tall pines, each over a hundred feet came down around this house today, all in a matter of a couple of hours. I’m not sure how old they are, I am curious. The men are at a lunch break now, and sawdust rains down from the rooftop. I’m not bothered, surprisingly, only I know not to even try to concentrate.
I like rhythm. When I get thrown out of a rhythm it takes me a while to get back. This week has knocked me completely out of focus, thrown off my pattern. I’m fine with this, for all the distractions seem bundled together. Once these trees are completely cleaned up, there is little ahead to provide more distraction. So, I put up with this now because it’s better than starting and stopping at random points. I have a new sky I can see, which will certainly be filled with all sorts of stars I haven’t spied before from my balcony. Some of the saplings might need a little care, they’ve had a traumatic day, but they seem eager to grow, and I’ll do what I can.
More thoughts later, I thought I’d slip in and try to write while there are not men in bright orange vests traipsing about all around. I appreciate their work, this crew was extremely careful and skilled, it just makes it hard for me to focus. I’m eager to get back into the flow myself. Though… my brother is coming up for a couple of days, so I think Friday will definitely be a great working day for me. Hey, a lot of other people get Spring Break.
My Stations of the Resurrection has been delayed. Like the architects of cathedrals, I guess intentional flaws just show how we don’t measure up to God. I don’t like leaving the Stations of the Cross without further resolution, only it seems that is the way of things now. It’ll get done, just as soon as I can get back into rhythm.
Any day now… any day now…